Nicky Santoro {as narrator}: No matter what the problems were outside the count room, it was all worth it. The cash kept rollin' in. And the suitcases kept comin' and goin'. And let me tell ya, the fuckin' bottom line here is... cash. The only problem was that, after a while, the bosses noticed that the suitcases were gettin' a little light. [Count room employee pockets a wad of cash]. [Kansas City. Bosses are enraged at news] Vincent Borelli: Aspetta, Wait a minute. You mean to tell me that the money we're robbing is bein' robbed? That somebody's robbing from us? We go through all this fuckin' trouble, and somebody's robbin' us? Remo Gaggi: Eh? John Nance: Like I said, you know, i-it's part of the business. I-it's considered leakage. Vincent Borelli: Leakage, my balls. I want the guy who's robbin' us. Nicky Santoro {as narrator}: Even John Nance, that's the guy who ran the skim, he knew there wasn't much you could do about it. You gotta know that a guy who helps you steal, even if you take care of him real well, I mean, he's gonna steal a little bit extra for himself. Makes sense, don't it? Right? Well, you go try and make these hard-headed old greaseballs understand that. Vincent Borelli: What's the point of skimming if we're being skimmed? Defeats the whole purpose of what we're doin' out there. Remo Gaggi: Eh? John Nance: You know, they take this money because they're my guys. So you gotta give 'em some leeway. Nicky Santoro {as narrator}: But the bosses never believed in leeway, so listen to what they do: they put Artie Piscano, the underboss of KC, in charge of making sure nobody skimmed the skim. Vincent Borelli: What the hell have you been doin' out there? Artie Piscano: I was out there with my cumare (mistress) Vincent Borelli: Your cumma? What were you doing with your cumare? Artie Piscano: What else? I gave her a schaff! Nicky Santoro { as narrator}: The only trouble was, Piscano was a disaster. This guy could fuck up a cup of coffee. Vincent Borelli: Artie, what the hell have you been doing out there, Artie? Artie Piscano: I'm out there more than I'm here. Nicky Santoro {as narrator}: And little did anybody know where this would all lead. If they did, they would have been better off making fucking novenas (Catholic prayers). Vincent Borelli: You gotta go back there and talk to that guy. Artie Piscano: Come on, go back there? I never got paid my expenses for the last trip. Vincent Borelli: What expenses? Artie Piscano: Well, I'm going all over, laying money out of my own pocket, and I never get anything back. What the hell's goin' on? Vincent Borelli: You gotta go back out there. Artie Piscano: Well, then, from now on, I'm gonna start keeping records. [Vincent waves a cautionary hand] Vincent Borelli: Artie, no records, Artie. What are you going to do with records? Pay taxes? Artie Piscano: Well, I keep layin' out my own fuckin' dough for these trips and nothin' ever comes back. I mean, what the hell's goin' on? What are we doin' over here? Vincent Borelli: You're goin' out to Las Vegas, you're havin' a good time at my expense. What the fuck? I mean, after all, you're the one having a good time, not me. Sam Rothstein {as narrator}: No matter how many novenas you could make, nothing was gonna stop what came up next at the casino. Phil Green: I can't believe you're doing this. Anna Scott: We made a deal. You came to me, remember? Sam Rothstein {as narrator}: It turned out Phil Green, Mr. Integrity, had a partner nobody knew about, and when she showed up and started demanding some money from the Tangiers... Anna Scott: Why are you doing this to me?! Phil Green: Because you're wrong. Anna Scott: I'm not wrong. Phil Green: Yes, you are. Anna Scott: No, I am not wrong! Sam Rothstein {as narrator}: Green tried to stonewall her. Anna Scott: I will see to it that you do not get away with this! Sam Rothstein {as narrator}: So she sued him in court.

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